A symphony of speechless voices poisoning your perception
What does it mean to hold onto something that you love?
These are answers to a question i've never asked
And i'm living in you're photographs
Their so blurry, as if printed on the paper with which you wipe your tears
Wipe away your tears
We are all, victims of something or someone
We can't ignore the things we hate for it is what defines us
We are all prisoners in our own cages
Nows the time.. to be yourself.
You can spend forever creating you defenses
Only to find out its the reason that you fall
You told me you loved me, but whats so wrong with being real?
A few empty words that make my world go 'round
And i'm falling in your eyes just like searching through the dark
We never know where we're going but we know that we'll get there..
Someday, somehow..
We are all, victims of something or someone
We can't ignore the things we hate for it is what defines us
We are all prisoners in our own cages
Nows the time.. to be yourself.